In the dog house

Literally.

Sometimes we get along

When I was visiting family I slept in Molly's bed. Her bed is in a big cage. Because of the joyful holiday spirit, we shared the bed. Once. Mostly Molly just slept on my blanket on the couch.

The pink is my poor, squished blanket.

I like to sleep in other people's beds. It's more interesting to have their smells around me. Also it means I'm the super-princess of everything.

---Muon